I might have moved on,
I might have forgotten,
I might have changed,
I might have a new life now.
But, the bits of my past are still there in other people's memory.
I tried not to care about what they think, what they say, what they know; I've tried to ignore them.
But, their voices are like the ghosts haunting me, building blocks of fear.
Fear? yes; and why? simply because their assumptions and presumptions might, or worse, soon ruin the trust between my beloved one and I.
Furthermore, as helpless as a baby, all I can do is look for undeniable evidences to falsify "those ugly talks".
I have been living "it" out,
I have never equivocate nor have I stayed in silence,
But unfortunately, the refutation isn't powerful enough to alter the way they think.
It's pestering me, how I am forced to spare a chamber in my mind, searching and searching for a cure to blow away the viruses. This circumstance leaves me with no option; even though I have no right to control their "mind-digestive" system, I have to make sure that what they spit out is not consumed by people around. Sounds disgusting? oh yes, that's how much disgusted I am right now.
If only I could dig out the truth buried in those perished lies,
If only I could make them see what's real,
If only I could change the way things are now,
If only I could rearrange the mess around,
If only I could bold out the facts,
you know, I would if only I could...
The standards are shallow.
ReplyDeleteSociety runs on fuel called pride.
They say that we are more than this.
They say we can be whatever we want to be.
They tell me that we're gods.
They tell me that we are all lovable.
They tell us to feel good about ourselves.
They tell us to love who we are, just the way we are.
What is there to love in a sinful soul?
I can't see it.
lies.
Don't you see there is no meaning out there?
Optimism and so called positive thinking is nothing more then wishful deceit.
No matter how much I want to believe that everyone's going to be just fine without Christ, I can't.
What meaning is there?
Is love in the form of self-deceit really love?
please stop lying to me, tell me who I really am.
Tell me what God really thinks of sin.
Don't tell me that sin does not exist.
A god without wrath is a god of our own imagination.
A god who takes pleasure in wrong is nothing but a demon.
there is no hope if our foundation is a lie.
there is no hope if we are still obsessed with the mirror.
O God. What a world You love.